Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Maura's POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn't even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn't say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

"Go change and cook for me," dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

"Ah!" I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

"I am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together," I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane's offer. I wasn't even allowed to be seen with him.

It wasn't that I hadn't thought of running away from my house. I just didn't know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can' t even trust my own father?

standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn't have been so unsafe because I had shut and locked the

my bedroom.

direction of the door. That's when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty

you doing here?" I yelled, sticking to the corner and

afraid. I'm just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that

him out. At this point, he could see my naked body with his hungry eyes. But that's what confused him, and I was able to kick

father's simplest desires?" He yelled from

live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come and go whenever he pleased.

I heard the door being slammed shut.

into my clothes and walked out of the bathroom

I knew for a fact he will be

basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn't recall ever going into the basement. I stood on the staircase when my

live here and act like they own the place," he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn't matter to me. My entire attention was on the basement and what he was doing

and fell, making his way to the exit and

for another few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in the direction of the basement door.

hiding in the basement?" I asked myself, steadily walking over to the storage room and grabbing an axe to break down the lock.